Rainas pov "Stiles! Don't touch my stuff, you ass!" I scream at my idiot brother who's snooping through my desk. We just had to move back to my parents home town of Beacon Hills and this house is so small that it's suffocating. There's only four bedrooms and two bathrooms. I hate the house but the town is pretty nice, even though its boring as hell. I was hoping for more supernatural action. It's a lot different than the hustle and bustle of New York city, that's for sure. We've been here for a month and I'm still not used to it. "You weren't telling Fredrick not to touch your stuff when his hand was down your pants this morning!" Stiles screams back. I raise my fist to swing, but our mom steps in front of us. "That's enough." her stern green …show more content…
"Stiles, not now." Mom says looking annoyed. "I didn't even do anything." my brother reacts defensively. "Not you," Mom rolled her eyes. "your father." "Who's idea was it to name him after me?" Dad asks. "Yours," Mom says then begins to walk away while saying, "hurry up guys. We gotta get to the airport to meet your uncle Scott and aunt Malia." . . . We took dads SUV to pick up aunt Malia, uncle Scott, and Jess from the airport. We're all squished into the car with the little bit of luggage that isn't being brought over by a separate car or at a different date. Its kind of awkward because no one is talking so I ask, "So dad, hows it feel to be in car with two different girls you fucked on multiple occasions?" his eyes grow wide and everyone looks at me. My brother giggles and Jess looks confused. "Who told you about that?" he asks "Aunt Malia." I answer simply. Dad gives her a why-the-hell-did-you-do-that look, aunt Malia shrugs. Dad rolls his eyes and keeps driving. . . . We get back to our house and I follow everyone inside and lead Jess up to my room. I tell her how good she looks with her hair cut and she blushes. She's kind of shy which makes me feel like I have to protect
“Ugh, I was just about to say that,” my mother says disappointedly, knowing my dad has just gained a point in our never-ending competition.
"Every time I call home, Dad answers the phone, and it usually goes like this: `Hi.
All of our bags are packed. We load the van, and then we set off to go home. The trip home is pretty silent. We stop a few times and my Mom always says “We’re almost there, guys.”
“Sweetie, we have to hurry and get to the airport before we miss our flight. You need to get in the car now,” my mom told me with a very mad look on her face. The reason she was mad at me was because she had to keep telling me to get in the car. My mom and I finally jumped in the car along with my older brother. We were going all the way to Texas to visit my grandparents for a few days.
She smiled awkwardly at me, and leaned into the other guy next to her. They instantly struck up a conversation.
“You’re right, we’re not racing in the Indy 500, but we are racing to save a man’s life. Plus, it’s not like I own a Batmobile, or a car in general. So we have no choice but to utilize your mom’s sweet ride.”
“First of all, I'm not that old. But that's okay, try to be there. You don’t know how important this is. Bring your mom if you must. You won’t bring anyone else?”
“Do you want us to pull over?” Jeremy suggests. A hard to hear “yes” is answered by Billy. Danielle questioned his answer. “No, i’m okay, mommy’”
“ Kate what is taking your sister so long?” Mom asked as I got in the car.
She smiled and said, “I only let them go because they are boys, they can take care of themselves. If you go who is going to
“Oh yes, sorry. I’ll get to the point. So as you guys know, dad decided to live somewhere else for a little bit right?” then Cinderella gave them a chance to reply.
"She's my sister. A little annoying, but you've gotta love family, cause it's illegal to kill 'em. Right? " I
Vic starts making some moves towards the most attractive girl at the gathering, with some achievement. In the meantime, Enn winds up conversing with two girls. The first girl with long white hair and a split little finger, says things like, “I grow weary of the journeying, and I wish sometimes that it would end. On a street in Rio at Carnival, I saw them on a bridge, golden and tall and insect-eyed and winged, and elated I almost ran to greet them, before I saw that they were only people in costumes. I said to Hola Colt, ‘Why do they try so hard to look like us?’ and Hola Colt replied, ‘Because they hate themselves, all shades of pink and brown, and so small.’ It is what I experience, even me, and I am not grown. It is like a world of children,
“Lindsey, grab Precious and go hide under the table,” I ran to the door, the screeches getting louder and louder.
dad behind the wheel, the front of the car was up with excitement for our